Lean Back lyrics

Yeah, my n*ggas, throw your hands in the air right now, man
Feel this sh*t right here, Scott Storch, n*gga
Yeah, Khalid, I see you, n*gga
Show Big Pun love, yeah, yo
I don't give a f*ck about your faults or mishappens, n*gga
We from the Bronx, New York, sh*t happens
Kids clappin', love to spark the place
Half the n*ggas in the Squad got a scar on their face
It's a cold world and this is ice
Half a mill' for the charm, n*gga, this is life
Got the Phantom in front of the buildin', Trinity Ave
Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad
As a young'n was too much to cope with
Why you think mu'f*ckers nicknamed me 'Cook Coke', sh*t
Shoulda been called Armed Robbery
Extortion or maybe Grand Larceny
I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle
Just as long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble
Came out the gate on some 'Flow Joe' sh*t
Fat n*gga with the shorty was the logo kid
Said, my n*ggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants
And do the rock away, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said, my n*ggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants
And do the rock away, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on)
R to the Ezzy, M to the Yzzy
My arms stay breezy, the Don stay flizzy
Got a date at 8, I'm in the 7 4 fizzive
And I just bought a bike so I can ride 'til I die
With a matchin' jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion
My n*ggas in the club but you know they not dancin'
We gangsta and gangstas don't dance with boogies
So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies
Listen, we don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check us
And we walk around the metal detectors
And there really ain't a need for a V.I.P. section
In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it
Said, he liked my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the f*ck I call a chain reaction
See 'Money Ain't a Thing', n*gga, we still the same n*ggas
Flows just changed, now we 'bout to change the game, n*gga
Said, my n*ggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants
And do the rock away, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said, my n*ggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants
And do the rock away, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on)
Now we living better now, Coogi sweater now
And that G4 can fly through any weather now
See, n*ggas get tight when you worth some millions
This is why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelings
You can find Joe Crack at all type of sh*t
Out in Vegas, front row to all the fights and sh*t
If 5 0 boy come, then they'd proudly squeal
'Cause half these rappers they 'Blow' like Derek Foreal
If you cross the line, damn right, I'm gon' hurt ya
These fagot n*ggas even made gang signs commercial
Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up
B2K Crip walkin', like that's what's up
Kay keep tellin' me to speak about the Rucker
Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the Rucker
Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this
My n*ggas didn't have to play to win the championship, come on
n*ggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants
And do the rock away, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said, my n*ggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants
And do the rock away, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on)
Yeah
(Can you hear me?)
Bronx, BX borough, Terror Squad
Big Pun forever, Tone Montana forever
(Can you hear me?)
Yeah, streets is ours, come on
Nah, man, it ain't never gon' stop
Search, Raul, JB, Fat Ant, come on